Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.